Short Carve Poems

Short Carve Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Carve by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Carve by length and keyword.


Premium Member Free the Spirit

Free the spirit from the stone and the wood. With chisel and mallet carve whatever it tells you.
Form: Kimo


Premium Member Daymare

I sat on the vine way up high
What a beautiful day I sigh	
	Soon came Farmer’s wife
	With a carving knife
Now I’m a spicy pumpkin pie
Form: Limerick

Premium Member And There I Was

I sat serenely on the vine
The sun on my rind sublime
	Came the farmer’s wife 
	with a carving knife
I’ll nevermore feel the sun shine
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Love Afar

They sat one across from the other
Neither could move closer nor further
	She winked at Jack
	And he winked back
Their unrequited love asunder
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Carver's Attack

There once was a pumpkin named Jack
Who left home and never looked back
	He faced a great harm
	Once leaving the farm
Now fights off the Carver’s attack
Form: Limerick


Your Wings Carve the Sea

Stiff wings
Of the sooty tern
Carve the edge of this corral sea
Then, you free fall but never touching land
Glide, tumble and soar above the white sand
Still, your wings carved the sea

Premium Member If I Knew How To Carve a Scrimshaw

If I knew how to carve a scrimshaw
I would carve the world’s prettiest scene
I would carve out a catfish jumping out of a lake
After I carved a frog sitting on a lily pad
I would carve one on a dinosaur’s bone
And the other on a whale’s tooth
If he would let me

An Innocent Childhood Memory

When any fruit, I see,
I reminisce mom chop it, and I as a child,
Carved in glee.

Project at school,
With New themes to choose, I did wield,
My tool.

Reward,
For skill I yield,
Scored.

When any fruit, I see,
With new themes to choose, I did wield,
Scored.

8/6/2020
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member To Carve a Temple

The ground is hard, the day is long;
The earth unyielding, the spade no prong:
    The laborer sweats,
    His brow heaves a sigh;
    The Heavens shimmer,
    Dressed in parched skies.

Dreams are raw, open blisters;
His back near breaks as he twists her.
    To carve a Temple
    From unhewn Rock,
    Flesh needs Defy
    Fate's cruel Clock.
Form: Rhyme

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